Henry was here for the winter season last year, but he didn’t really notice the snow nor was he able to walk in it yet. We took him out during the snowstorm today and he didn’t quite understand that snow could be walked on. He was very hesitant to take steps and Mark and I had to do a lot of persuading. He really seemed to enjoy looking at it though. I tried to get him to eat some of the snow too, but he wanted no part of that. Maybe he already sensed that New York snow is eat at your own risk. It was bitter cold and we were unable to stay outside too long.

Henry stands still in the snow at Washington Market Park.

Henry and I stand while the snow falls down.

Laughing in the snow.

Henry sees the frog statue outside PS 234.

Henry takes some time walking through the Farmer’s Market. It was not crowded today.

Henry had become very fond of his favorite tub toy, a blue rubber duck. So much so, that he often took it to play with elsewhere—even in dry environments. When he forgot it a couple of months ago while visiting friends, we quickly found an identical replacement online. Unfortunately he just can’t seem to keep track of his ducks and has lost it again somewhere on the streets of New York City.

I think Jacqui and I felt duck’s loss more than Henry did. The transition to a post-duck phase of babyhood marks a passage of time and evokes a sort of sentimental nostalgia for his younger days even this early in his life.

However, as you can see below, Henry’s adapted quite well and has moved on to sailing one of his frogs around the tub in a toy boat. So now we’ll have to cherish his frog phase.